poisoned

i think i might have died last night.

well, ok. i might be exaggerating a little bit but i thought i might die, i wanted to die.

here's how the day went down:

wake up. go for breakfast. feel excellent despite raging insomnia. get a new (amazing) album. go for ice cream. sit outside. feel less excellent due to dairy consumption. whatever. get home. re-interview for ed. talk to matt. tell matt i am having a nap. i should have had a nap. phone rings. indian buffet for sups? why not. 6:15. eating. 9pm (as i was getting ready to go out...). puking. i puke and shit for two hours basically non-stop and then pass out for a couple...wake up at one. email all the people i made commitments to for last night. wish brief happy birthdays to a friend and then pass out again.

such was my night. and i can assure you without a doubt that i would have MUCH MUCH MUCH rather been playing bon jovi songs and going to fringe plays and house farewell parties then doing what i was doing...

god. i hate being forced to relinquish control over my body like that. me and puking do not do well together. i longed for my mom.

anyways, i feel a bit better today. no more shitting and puking...just a disgusting film and weakness remain. i am so tired.

what a lovely saturday night.